Why is family a good thing, again?
They feed me every now and then, and pay the cable bills so I can watch TV. I'm grateful for that.
I need to finish a bunch of papers (my weekend paper reading: How I Survived University So Far), for I have serious plans to slip some brandy into my cocoa (dear God, this was NOT a euphemism) before my shower and then Mad Men-Rescue-Me-before-bed sequence.
Tomorrow I have to finish a five digits budget proposal (in Euros), so it can't be too much brandy, sadly. Also, wow, they actually trust me with serious shit and stuff. Neat! Scary! Exciting!
I just need to leave the interwebs at some point, to get on phase one, which is finish that bunch of papers. Yay?
Stomach~ma to you, Teppy. My IBS was Pissed Off All The Time Bowel this week.
This is not Angry IBS; this is I KEEL YOU STAB STAB ARE YOU PUKING YET? Very different. I don't know whence it came and I don't know why it won't bugger off and leave me alone.
But it had better bugger off so I can have pumpkin Graeter's funtimes with amych.
Ooo, good ideas. The cat carrier thing is kind of brilliant.
Percy the Emo Cat tries to pry open the closet door while I'm asleep. I don't know why it's so important he gets in there, but the first couple times I woke to
sounds of something clawing at the closet door in the dark
were not happy times.
I saw smonster's post as "catheters of the hivemind". o_O
Speaking of wishing one had been hatched from an egg swathed in $100 bills, I woke up really early so I supposed that I'd have several hours before having to deal with my siblings and their distressing traits but I was wrong. I'm not very resilient and I regret this lack.
I'm trying to gird my loins for a public transit commute to a free life drawing session today. The Metro Rail part is no problem. It's the figuring out how to walk from Union Station to the 704 bus stop that's intimidating to me. The map makes it look like there are a lot of broad non-pedestrian-friendly streets there.
Good luck with your papers and proposals, Shir.
Congrats on the test-slayage, Aims!
Congrats, Aims! You made that test your BITCH.
